Excalibur
© Tim St.Clair, 1995

1	History sometimes repeats itself

	Antarctica floats across the water in crystal sharpness
	Which must be experienced to be properly described

	A town house along the jetty
	In a town that isn’t there

	Snow, that white, chilly fluff that coats everything
	In a splendorous brilliance of dazzling light

	And a town back further, east towards the sun
	A cable car up to that grey northern headland

	And seas water so cold
	That even the sea dwellers don’t swim

	In a dream the image sets
	Into a single image of recognition.

2	I want to rule the World

	There is no such thing as a born leader
	You must be taught how to lead

	Some lead
	Others follow

	Some follow
	The rest follow

	There are no such thing as born leaders or born followers
	Only sheep running across the road in front of a car.

3	I will always love you

	Night approaches from the same direction as day
	Sweeping across the flowing fields of sweet white flowers

	A gentle, almost quaint, vague whisper
	Tells the land to grow quiet and sleep

	Way up high, too far away to reach
	Little lights are so dim and obscured by clouds.

4	Amongst friends

	On a distant hill, around a green valley
	In around a little red-roofed house, is a tree

	Year after year little orange things grow
	Then each, one by one, fall to the ground

	Year by year the tree is hungrily poisoned
	By the seeds which the orange fruits contain.

5	Dust to dust

	A forest is slain in order to die gracefully
	Into the same, sane ground.